The train pulls in. Men jump off in herds. I follow in line without much effort, as those behind me are eagerly pushing me into the train so they can board before it starts moving again. Cramped inside. The train starts to move.
Bells. Drums. A group of about 8 men start chanting and singing. I later found out that this religious singing is done by a certain caste of Hindus to not only pass the time, but also fill the hour long train rides with music instead of gossip.
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